It amazes me how much deviantart has changed from a year ago. Before hand, it rarely ever offered many contests for writing, or at least, not any that stood a chance. Now the contests seem to at least be willing to accept writers' work as well. Love the change, deviantart. Keep it up.

Not to fond of the weird preview image for my "Playing Bomber" poem though :/

Here it is: Playing Bomber (poem)
Pitter patter of tiny feet
Wake up the sleeping silence
Shadows secretly search the street
Catching objects with cadence

Like ants they follow each other
Down able alleyways
Planning to make the set suffer
Keeping its hunger at bay

Filling fools' eyes with dishonor
As it plays the sour system
In this game to "be the bomber"
Taking what was once victims'

SO... just in case you guys weren't sure what was in your inbox, that weird screenshot thing is INDEED poetry. Sorry about that.

In other news...

Have fun on deviantart's 12th birthday with your free one day premium memberships! If you want anything officially critiqued by me, just note me or comment below. I would be happy to help.

Hope you guys have an awesome day~

...with a peeling sunburn, dirty clothes, and a tired body.

The good news is that I finally finished reading a book called "Cat's Cradle" and finished about a quarter of my history work (I think the book is called "The Story of American Freedom" by Eric Foner. I have some questions regarding it to make sure I read it.) Then I have some Biology, but at least overall, a chunk is finished.

ANYWAYS.

What has been going on with all you guys lately?

Im going on vacation, see you in about 6 days or so!

Hi, I have made a new Homestuck group called #2xPistolsAndWonk. It's a JakexRoxy group, and I know the ship isn't very popular, but I was hoping a few of you would find it cute enough to join. There just wasn't any groups for it yet and I _{actually think it's kinda cute so...}   
Anyway...
There's "other characters", "other ships", and "misc." folders if you don't have anything relevant to particularly Jake or Roxy, and there's a lot of folders like cosplays, literature, contest, and monthly theme. Really, the focus is Roxy and Jake in any quadrant (or just them in general), but we accept other characters and ships too!

Check it out if your interested?

Group link (Since there isn't a group icon to show off yet): [link]

Remember HAL 9000 in 2001: A Space Odyssey?

You don't? Here, let Wikipedia and I make you remember…

"In the film, astronauts David Bowman and Frank Poole consider disconnecting HAL's cognitive circuits when he appears to be mistaken in reporting the presence of a fault in the spacecraft's communications antenna. They attempt to conceal what they are saying, but are unaware that HAL is capable of lip reading. Faced with the prospect of disconnection, HAL decides to kill the astronauts in order to protect and continue its programmed directives. HAL proceeds to kill Poole while he is repairing the ship. When Bowman goes to rescue Poole, he is locked out of the ship, and HAL proceeds to disconnect the life support systems of the other hibernating crew members, killing them in their sleep. Dave manages to force his way back onto the ship by jumping through space and prying open an emergency airlock, outside of HAL's control. ."

Dave…

Lil Hal…didn't he say he was over 9000?

Should we be worried now?

.: POETRY :.

if death is a sentenceif death is a sentence,
let mine be
worth reading slowly
in the early morning
and bring to your heart,
my dear,
the ebb and swell
of the sea
by
category: Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Spare Me PleaseTo the deepest parts of my
forbidden sorrows
I call on you to feed from
the depths of this broken vessel.
Only take small portions to satisty
that never ending hunger
for I am only human
Please feel free to puncture
my life with your needs.
drive deep into thou heart and pull
the memories that have held me down
suck the venom from my soul
spare me of lifes judgement.
by
category: Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

SinShoot that shit,
in my vein.
Cut my wrists,
feel the pain.
Spread my legs for some cash.
In those heels I will dash.
Round the corner,
down the street.
In the dark we will meet.
Held by shackles,
held by chains,
In my life there is no gain.
I feel pleasure,
I feel shame...
Only death will end this game.
Hard as I try I can not win.
My life is a constant sin.
by
category: Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Urban & Spoken Word

.: PROSE :.

Abducted Part One - A Mother's Worst NightmareAbducted Part One - A Mother's Worst Nightmare

The small girl stirred on the bed, her body felt heavy and her mind, groggy. The girl made herself sit up. Something didn't feel right. This wasn't her bed. This room wasn't hers.

"Mommy?"

She waited for a response. A minute passed.

"Mommy? Where are you? Where am I?"

Tears started to burn her eyes, "Mommy…?!"

Her body shuddered as she started to sob, quietly at first. The louder sobs were muffled when she cried into the pillow. She was too scared to move or even call out again. She cried for a while, until she was too tired to shed another tear. The girl sniffled and wiped away at the
by
category: Literature / Prose / Fiction / Children and Teen / Short Stories

VignetteOn the dock I waited. My feet were hanging down over the water, my bare toes pale and small against the dark water below. I sat with my fingers curled around the edge of the last wooden plank, utterly still except the steady rise and fall of my chest as my lungs expanded in time to my breathing. The silence that settled around me was as still as the wave-less surface of the water that I had my eyes fixed on.

A pillar of fog was slowly rolling its way toward the shore from across the chilled Pacific. It was approaching almost lazily, inching its way through the motionless air and crawling across the solid grey expanse of ocean until it swirle
by
category: Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

Sorry for the lack of a third prose piece

If anyone wants their literature critiqued, featured, or stuff like that by me, I would suggest asking me in a note or linking or thumbing the piece here: [link]

Sorry if I'm not around a lot and often, I have finals soon, so I'm seriously stressing. After school's done expect the following:

-The character tutorial
-More stories!
-More poems!
-More doodles!

[link]


Please check it out, especially if you read Latin. If you find a problem with it, let me know so I get a good grade Thanks and enjoy!


By the way, all the images were completely free and usable, so I didn't infringe any sort of copyright.

.: POETRY :.

Are you Gay?My heart threatens to gag me.
Needing to exorcise a demon,
these speechless fingers tremble
against silent computer keys.
Voice hiding, far off
in one of those dusty shelve books
with the yellowed pages, smelling of
age and wisdom's of years past
one finds in a 25 cent bookstore.
I think I'm dying, gagging and choking
on words that lock themselves willingly away
behind a worthless, self loathing poets tongue.
"I don't know."

I. don't. fucking. know.

I must hate myself, or this demon that breathes
its hot, angry whispers inside my head
would set me free from a castled prison
built within the marrow of these cowardly bones.
Sp
Artist:*DearPoetry
Category: Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

this time with feeling. i.

if ever there was a contouring god
curving in the narrow
windowlight:
carving through stained
glass & abrasive darkness,
her eyes
would shine in praise
and denial.

ii.

that is what i
thought before
i met you, gray
eyes & wingless,
pockets as empty as
your head.
'fix is a word i
don't believe in anymore.'
choke.
i cough up these
dashboard dreams, but
the pavement gags on them, too.

iii.

angry and dry-carcassed
wishes
emanate through
the starry window.
from the passenger
seat, i watch
the white street lines
follow us, you:
gasoline-etched
and intoxicated.

iv.

flicker.
the chambers
of the heart,

Artist: *BittersweetObsession
Category: Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

MakeupMakeup
disguises, enhances
changes appearances

Frequently used
causes addiction
She cannot picture
herself without it

A clean countenance
no longer attractive
in her eyes

Painted
is what it must be
with thick strokes
on delicate waterlines
and lashes like
spider legs

Luring tinted lips
and rosy cheeks
sparkly lids
a flawless skin finish

Walks the halls
flaunting perfection
but she knows
it's all fake

The beauty within
captures attention
A pretty face is nothing
without the personality
to match it
Artist: ~fashionfreedom
Category: Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

.: PROSE :.

The Future is a Rabbit       I never expected things to change.  Living in the monastery away from the rumblings of society instilled in me a peacefulness the citizens of nearby Edinburgh, with their modern steam engines and bustle of industry, could never understand.  But when she came all of us turned, momentarily, from the communion of evening prayers and introspection of morning meditation to a new presence, a different grace that burned bright and distracted us for a time…until it was gone.  Then nothing was quite the same.
      I was born in Aviemore, a little town up in the highlands known to the rest of Great Britain as only a small tourist destina
Artist:*DerelictVampire
Category: Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Short Stories

Untitled: Chapter One [1/4]SOUTHSIDE PASS WAY, Midnight: Southside, in one of the many unlit windows dotting the buildings, part of an elaborate crime is happening tonight.

Momentarily idle up on the fire escape, P.I. Ina Jahscovic lights up in secret, careful about attracting stray attention. It's dark here, which would favour her if not for the smouldering tip of her cigarette. The only other light here comes from the blinking streetlights scattered below, and the touches of colour that waft in all the way from the central districts. And then, if you were to peek in between the buildings and over the embankment; in the distance, just about where the sky should meet
Artist: ~the-final-I
Category: Literature / Prose / Fiction / Science Fiction / Introductions & Chapters

SecretsA small boy lay crumpled at the foot of an effigy in an empty cathedral. It was cold and dark. He was alone.

Suddenly, the sound of shushed footsteps, followed by vigorous shaking and whispering greeted him. "Klavier! Klavier! Get up! The bishop! He is coming!" The little boy's eyelids flitted open without hesitation as he got up. "Hurry! Come on now!" A yawn escaped him as he was tugged harshly by the sleeve. Heavy footsteps were soon heard echoing through the back of the cathedral.

Dozens of faded protest tarpaulins covered the abandoned confessionals where he and his brother now stood. "Hey Kristoph, that hurt." His brother continued sta
Artist: anin1009
Category: Literature / Prose / Fiction / Mystery & Suspense / Short Stories



Go give these wonderful writers some love!

.OETRY:.

Are you Gay?My heart threatens to gag me.
Needing to exorcise a demon,
these speechless fingers tremble
against silent computer keys.
Voice hiding, far off
in one of those dusty shelve books
with the yellowed pages, smelling of
age and wisdom's of years past
one finds in a 25 cent bookstore.
I think I'm dying, gagging and choking
on words that lock themselves willingly away
behind a worthless, self loathing poets tongue.
"I don't know."

I. don't. fucking. know.

I must hate myself, or this demon that breathes
its hot, angry whispers inside my head
would set me free from a castled prison
built within the marrow of these cowardly bones.
Sp
Artist:*DearPoetry
Category: Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

this time with feeling. i.

if ever there was a contouring god
curving in the narrow
windowlight:
carving through stained
glass & abrasive darkness,
her eyes
would shine in praise
and denial.

ii.

that is what i
thought before
i met you, gray
eyes & wingless,
pockets as empty as
your head.
'fix is a word i
don't believe in anymore.'
choke.
i cough up these
dashboard dreams, but
the pavement gags on them, too.

iii.

angry and dry-carcassed
wishes
emanate through
the starry window.
from the passenger
seat, i watch
the white street lines
follow us, you:
gasoline-etched
and intoxicated.

iv.

flicker.
the chambers
of the heart,

Artist: *BittersweetObsession
Category: Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

MakeupMakeup
disguises, enhances
changes appearances

Frequently used
causes addiction
She cannot picture
herself without it

A clean countenance
no longer attractive
in her eyes

Painted
is what it must be
with thick strokes
on delicate waterlines
and lashes like
spider legs

Luring tinted lips
and rosy cheeks
sparkly lids
a flawless skin finish

Walks the halls
flaunting perfection
but she knows
it's all fake

The beauty within
captures attention
A pretty face is nothing
without the personality
to match it
Artist: ~fashionfreedom
Category: Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

.ROSE:.

The Future is a Rabbit       I never expected things to change.  Living in the monastery away from the rumblings of society instilled in me a peacefulness the citizens of nearby Edinburgh, with their modern steam engines and bustle of industry, could never understand.  But when she came all of us turned, momentarily, from the communion of evening prayers and introspection of morning meditation to a new presence, a different grace that burned bright and distracted us for a time…until it was gone.  Then nothing was quite the same.
      I was born in Aviemore, a little town up in the highlands known to the rest of Great Britain as only a small tourist destina
Artist:*DerelictVampire
Category: Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Short Stories

Untitled: Chapter One [1/4]SOUTHSIDE PASS WAY, Midnight: Southside, in one of the many unlit windows dotting the buildings, part of an elaborate crime is happening tonight.

Momentarily idle up on the fire escape, P.I. Ina Jahscovic lights up in secret, careful about attracting stray attention. It's dark here, which would favour her if not for the smouldering tip of her cigarette. The only other light here comes from the blinking streetlights scattered below, and the touches of colour that waft in all the way from the central districts. And then, if you were to peek in between the buildings and over the embankment; in the distance, just about where the sky should meet
Artist: ~the-final-I
Category: Literature / Prose / Fiction / Science Fiction / Introductions & Chapters

Go give these wonderful writers some love!

Take a look!

[link]

Oh my gosh, I never thought I would break 1000 points! I use the points for my groups and people who deserve it, so this is really really cool.

The people who donated were:

[link] - Jarrad113 donated 15 points to me, and was the first donor I had. Jarrad113's favorite media is with markers, and does AMAZING things with them.

Someone donated 30 points anonymously, and since it has been a long time since he/she donated, the record of who it was has been deleted. I still am really grateful for the points though

[link] Ruminzal donated a whopping 800 points, which is truly incredible. He has a very interesting gallery full of concepts, literature, and photos. I highly recommend you at least see what he's all about, comment on some of his stuff, etc. He's also a friend of mine in school.

[link] RPAkita donated 20 points. This artist is really amazing at drawing dogs, ducks and creatures, and often paints them, or at least draws them traditionally. Very awesome stuff.

[link] WolfDreams donated 100 points. She is a photographer and writer. You should really look at her wide range of topics and ideas.

[link] The Hunt PrologueAbandoned buildings stood tall and empty in a seemingly desolate city.  Nothing that could have possibly living moved and the bones of the dead lay scattered on the ground.  Glass from broken windows littered the dirty, wet streets.  Many doors had been ripped off their hinges and torn to pieces.

Loud footsteps echoed in the empty street and a little boy ran around the corner.  His gray, worn out wool cap threaten to fly off his small head as he continued his pace.  Some of his blond hair stuck out of his cap and covered most of his blue eyes making it harder for him to see where he was going.  The clothes he had continually caused him to tr Metarex12 donated 20 points. This artist is mainly a writer, but is known to draw some on the side. A literature collaboration of his looks promising.

And the last one is:

[link] Let the Sparrows InI.

Blackbirds are resting on the power lines,
Their silhouettes form the notation to
A dawn song set on the sheet music of
Telephone poles contrasted by the sun.

Curled leaves are land mines littered
On the lawn where imprints of twigs
And a nurturing robin's tracks collect.

Branchlets and leaflets stem from
Porch step railings and mailboxes;
The numbers read even on the
East side of the asphalt:

Seven-seven-thirty-six.
The engraved letters on
The siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family

So let the sparrows in.

The house,
With its branching hallways
And
Overhanging décor
And
Furniture rooted to the floor

Packeranatic donated 20 points. He is so so cool. I can't even begin. He's an amazing artist and he's always looking out for others. Please go comment on his work, favorite his gallery, watch him on all your accounts. You won't regret it.

Thank you so much for the points you guys!

This game is so fun, and it gives llamas to random people who might otherwise not get any. Its strangely addicting, and I still think it's one of the neatest things that's llama-related.



Very cute, but very very addicting. Even the music has cute annoying cat game written all over it. I used to play this all the time, whenever I was bored.



Simple, but really fun anyways~ Try to beat the high score, I dare you.



The art is almost as cute and amazing as this game is.

Got something that wastes time thats really sweet? Comment, and I'll put it up~

Made a cute mini movie of Apollo for a "pre project" warm up for Latin. It's only 37 seconds long, but I figured I'd give the link for whoever was interested.

[link]

Thanks for viewing~

Go here to figure out what I'm talking about: [link]

Look! I participated!

Feel free to use this stamp (It would be an honor):

And my deviation to spread around:  

Oh my gosh you guys, I'm so honored...I've only been here a bit more than a year now, and it was animefanime426 that encouraged me to join deviantart at first. I've always dreamed of having a DD, but never actually thought I would ever get one...Wow...Sorry guys, I'm just really shocked and happy right now...

Thank you for suggesting it as a DD, and thank you to all my followers that believed in me.

Here the Daily Deviation is: Sad Blue EyesWhen I was little, my mom used to carry me everywhere. She would cradle my pudgy pale body and rock me back and forth, watching me as I cuddled close to her warm body. My mom's eyes were big and blue, but were always terribly sad when they saw me. On the days when her eyes would become so glossy raindrops fell off her face, my mom would roll up my dress sleeve to reveal a delicate bangle resting around my wrist. "Your number suits you…sweet like berries…" she would coo in my ear, "Palmer and Rodney don't have numbers as sweet as yours." Her voice would weaken and shake whenever I asked what my number was.

I didn't understand why it

Happy Homestuck Day!
And John, have a happy birthday~



Todays the official start of my spring break too.

My plans:

Trenchcoat story
Trenchcoat comic
Homestuck
Books
Projects
Homework
Music
and chillin.

The "Trenchcoat and Smokestacks" related literature will be put in storage until further notice. Sorry if you guys wanted to read it or if it was your favorite, but it's going through the works right now and I want to keep the story aspect quiet from this point on.

ALTHOUGH,

I might draw some stuff, and I collabed on a comic with featuring Gregory, that will hopefully be put up soon. I also requested a portrait of Gregory (realistic portrait) that she did an AMAZING job drawing. If I can convince her to post it, I would probably favorite it a hundred times over. (It's very accurate like that.)

ANYWAYS~

Thanks for all the support and understanding guys. Means a ton!


PS:  I went to Anime Boston, it was pretty gosh darn silly face awesome.

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